Insomnia
Rough camping
A lady told I won't make it to Deba before nightfall. She adviced me to walk to a camping spot nearby. There's nothing here, no rental tents or anything, so it seems I will be sleeping on a bench of a picnic table. It doesn't seem like it'll rain, though. And there is a big tree overhead, so a little rain wouldn't even be a problem. I have to check if I can find water somewhere. I have a third of an air dried ham left. I'm going to eat it, drink the hydration drink and go to bed...
After the night
It wasn't the best night. It was cold, I didn't sleep. Now it's about six o´clock and I am walking. 8 km to Deba. The lady was right, it wouldn't have made sense to keep walking last night. Getting stuck here in the bush would not have been optimal. The views are great, but I don't have energy for pictures. Have to get to Deba. Hungry.
Deba, at last!
Deba was a rather nice little village. It felt unfinished or fallen apart. Surprisingly many stores, but not a touristy town. There was only one albergue, in which I stayed. I was feeling a bit sick after the previous night's adventure, so I thought I would check into the hotel. It was booked. There is a problem with the next leg of the Camino being 24 km, which is too much for my condition. So I am leaving the Camino route and walking to the next town that is in 5 kilometers. There's supposed to be an albergue and a hotel. Tomorrow I will see how I am feeling. But it is nice half cloudy weather for walking, as long as it won't rain. I found a shell on the beach that I will put on the backpack as the symbol of the Camino, as the tradition dictates.
Plan B
I had an idea about continuing from Mutriku, following the coast all the way past Bilbao. This would mean that there are no long walks. And they have these random paths here, so it woudn't even mean walking on the pavement all the time. This is the plan B, but first I have to get to Mutriku. I am walking next to the road, since I don't want to climb today. I have a persistant cough and a runny nose. The same disease returned that I had after the flight. I was just passed by a bicyclist with a shell in their backpack. It's probably the official Camino for the bikes.
Camino gossip
I met a couple yesterday, Christian and Paola, from Germany and Mexico. Christian had been in Kouvola, Finland. His friend had studied there so he went visiting. Ate pike perch, killed by his own hand. These were the first social people so far. Well, social in a way that they invited me for a dinner. They also said they hadn't properly met anyone yet, so they didn't know how the people on Camino del Norte compare to Camino Frances. They told me that Frances is more like a mass tourism event, like a festival slowly flowing to the west.
